A Genie's Life - Once Upon An Arabian Night...
By Dana Short
Al-Rab sat on the shelf in the tomb of his last master. It had now been several years since he last was summoned from his lamp, and he has grown bored with the passage of time, with only the rats and insects for company since the death of his last master.
Suddenly, with a KRAACK! A block of mortar crashes into the tomb, and a blinding ray of sunlight floods the room.
Omar and his longtime associate Akmar crawled through the opening they had forced into the tomb, and looked in awe at the treasures piled all around.
Turning to his associate Omar said "We are Rich! There is no way we can load all this onto poor Sadam! We will have to take what we can, and try to come back for the rest!"
"Quickly, gather what you can on that side of the room, and I will gather what I can over here. Take only what we can load easily. We can gather others to return for the larger items later" Omar said, directing Akmar to the side of the room where Al-Rab and his lamp lay.
Without looking, Akmar pulled out a burlap bag, and with a sweep of his arm, transferred the contents of the shelf, including Al-Rab and his lamp into it, then, he continued to pick small items up from around the room, and place them into the bag until it was literally backed, so full that it took both men to haul it outside and strap it to their trusty donkey.
Four more full bags, and two partially full bags later, the grave robbers did their best to cover up their hole into the Tomb of Kasam, The Wise, and began the two day journey back to the town of Ahzeed, where they would be meeting their fence, Abdul.
That night, after they set up camp, Omar and Akmar decided to check through their "cargo" to see what they had, as they would be meeting Abdul-The -Unscrupulous in the morning.
Taking the packs from the poor, tired, Sadam they opened them one at a time, and sorted their contents onto the blankets they would sleep in that night, they were overjoyed with their cargo, that is, until they came to the old, dingy looking lamp.
"What’s this, Akmar? Why did you pack this piece of Crap!" Omar said, lifting the lamp out of the bag. "We could have taken another statue, or more jewels, or... who knows, but Abdul will give us nothing for this piece of dung! Nothing!" he shouted, his face turning purple in his rage.
"Perhaps we could use it ourselves, for a light this evening, let me see if it at least has some fuel left, after all these years, an we can try"... he said rubbing at the top of the lamp in order to open it ..."Yeaah!!" He suddenly yelled, dropping the lamp and leaping back, as a light pink vapor poured out and began to take shape...
"I am the Genie of the lamp" the beautiful Djinnia said, upon taking form, "and I am here to grant you 3 wishes."
Staring at the voluptuous curves visible beneath the thin(but unfortunately numerous) silk veils which wrapped the sensuous form before him, Omar could think of one wish, but his train of thought was interrupted by a voice from his left.
"Wish for more treasure Omar" Akmar breathed in awe, also succumbing to the charms of the lovely apparition before them.
"I wish for more treasure" Akmar said, gesturing at the riches spread before them.
"As you request, so shall it be" the vision replied, in a voice which practically oozed sexual energy.
With a shimmering like the heat of the noonday sun over the desert, where there were once two blankets of treasure, now there were four, the items on each blanket, with the exception of the lamp, becoming doubled.
Looking at the newly doubled riches, Omar felt all other thoughts flee from his mind. All but one. "I want you to sleep with me" Omar breathed.
"I am sorry, Master, but that I can not do." The vision said, sadly shaking her head. "But there is a way you can practically have that desire met..."
Suddenly Omar felt a tugging at his sleeve, and turned to see Akmar, pulling on his sleeve "Omar! Wish for..." Akmar began, and suddenly Omar knew what the Jinn was alluding to...
"Ok, then I wish Akmar was a woman as beautiful as yourself, and fully in love with me!" Akmar exclaimed.
"As you request, so shall it be my Master." the Genie replied.
Upon hearing Omar’s second wish, Akmar cried out "No Omar! What are you doing!" but even as the words left his mouth, his voice rapidly raised in pitch, and somehow increased in sexual energy.
Looking down, Akmar saw his clothes start to dissolve, like soap bubbles in the noonday sun, leaving gauzy veils of many colors in their place.
Suddenly Akmar felt a peculiar churning in his stomach, almost like he had eaten a bad curry. Reaching towards his stomach he felt a squish in his crotch, and reached down to find... Nothing there! Well, not quite nothing, rather, he felt a powerful thrill of pleasure as his hand brushed the top of a normal female vagina.
Next, he felt a tingle in his chest, centered around his nipples, a sensation somewhere between a tickle and an itch, but definitely on the pleasurable side of a sensation, which slowly increased in both intensity and affected area, and a pressure slowly built, and as he raised his hands to his chest, he felt it, expand, slowly pushing out with two increasingly large, and sensitive breasts.
As the expansion up top began to slow, he felt a swirling sensation in his buttocks, like he had ridden too long and too hard, a pulsing sort of ache and then he felt a slightly painful twist at the base of his spine as his hips widened, and his pelvis repositioned and slightly reshaped it’s self, as at the same time his rear expanded, and as the tingle spread out it simultaneously climbed his back, and descended his legs, leaving soft, and tinglingly sensitive skin, feeling like it was just scrubbed with a rough cloth, behind it.
As the tingle made it’s way up his neck, and simultaneously down his arms, he grew dizzy, and lost his balance. Reaching out to Omar, she stabilized herself, and gently shook her head to clear it, as the felt the tingles fade, leaving only the scrubbed-skin sensitivity, as she felt her hair lengthen down her back, it’s weight growing gradually, until it reached to below her lovely new rear end.
Finally she felt normal again. Looking up at Omar, who’s arm she was still clutching, she suddenly realized, she LOVED him! Totally! She HAD to have him!
Omar, saw the change come over his friend, as he had requested, and was truly awestruck by the beauty who stood before him, her radiant sexuality even greater, somehow than that of the Djinnia he had called from the enchanted lamp.
He felt a stirring in his privates, a stirring which prompted him into making his third, and final wish "My Genie! I have but one last request."
"Speak and ye shall receive, Oh Master" the Jinn replied.
Nodding over to Sadam, and then down to his crotch, he stated "My last wish, I wish to be endowed like my Donkey."
"As you state, so shall it be" Al-Rab replied, with an evil grin, and as he faded into a vapor and returned to his lamp.
Omar felt a change come over his crotch, and he felt it suddenly swell, throbbing with power, like the greatest erection in history, and then his pants tore as his member erupted out of them, every bit as large as Sadam’s.
The tingling of the change did not stop there, however, it climbed down into his legs, and up his back, and he felt himself growing everywhere larger, and much stronger. Suddenly, he felt a painful cramping in his feet, and he watched in horror as his shoes suddenly fell off his feet, and he beheld... Hooves!
He screamed and reached for the lamp only to see in horror that his hands were already gone, and the changes continued, suddenly as he felt a tail thrust it’s self out from above his re-forming buttocks, a wave of blackness came over him, and he passed out.
The next morning, Akmara finished packing the ten bags of treasure on her two donkeys, Sadam, and Omar, who she dearly loved with all her heart (and thus only loaded with four bags, as opposed to the SIX bags poor Sadam was saddled with) and she continued her journey to Ahzeed, where she would trade the treasure to Abdul for her dowry.
Al-Rab sat in his lamp, unnoticed at the base of the tree in the oasis where Akmar and Omar had paused the night before and awaited his next master.
The End
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